Sawtooth Spire This city's gonna break my heart.

She settled to watch, yellow eyes lingering primarily on her little daughter's risen hackles. Ciri's reluctance was clear as day not only to her but to the squirrel, who seemed to tire of the pup's glowering and set about rummaging in the dirt with tiny claws.

It was made alert to the youngster again, however, as she rumbled her frustration toward it. Black, beady eyes quickly sought Ciri as she displayed her discontent with him being on her turf, and he was off in an instant as she swept forward with a cry of obscenity.

There was not much Nyx could do but tilt her head back with a bark of surprised laughter.